Prollymaia - Maia

It’s becoming too hard to exist 

Sometimes I cry myself to sleep, and I want to die.

But I don't talk about it.

when i let my mind unravel, when i step deeper into the abyss, in times of such terrors, I stand gutsy knowing you would be there to assist me.

nocturne, excerpt from my journal

i want to go home

I am so many people And none of them are me

just saw a post that said “when you lose the emotional attachment to them, you begin to realize how ordinary they are, and that it was your love and energy that made them unique” and i seriously don’t think i was ready for that